Slip Horses’ reins, dogs of war, the porcelain cup the lip. Underdress: the silken bit; don’t let them. Share this:ShareTweetEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related By bonniemcclellan Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy. View all of bonniemcclellan's posts.
Hi Bonnie…loved your selection. Nice to hear from you. I hope all is well for you guys. XARXe and my kids are great. Speak soon… Edward Sent from my iPhone Reply
No slip here, Bonnie!
The theme oversees and holds sway over the poem’s direction at each turn. Wonderful:)
Hi Bonnie…loved your selection. Nice to hear from you. I hope all is well for you guys. XARXe and my kids are great. Speak soon… Edward
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Hi Bonnie! Nice poem! I’m thinking of you! Are you getting ready for IPM?